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Chapter 151 The Art of Summoning Ghosts

Fu Siya asked people to buy a lot of interesting gadgets in the capital, and also specially found a golden and fragrant roast duck.

After placing the roast duck on a plate, he brought it to Shuangshuang and said with a smile, "Miss Shuangshuang, I heard that you have always preferred the taste of roast duck. This time I specially brought this most praised delicacy from a famous restaurant in Beijing. I hope it will suit your taste. Why not have a taste?"

Shuangshuang's nose trembled slightly, and she was instantly attracted by the irresistible aroma. The desire in her heart could no longer be suppressed, so she pulled a duck leg and started eating.

"Miss Fu, you don't have to be so polite. You are a good friend of Sister Nianwei, and you are also my sister." She ate until her face was greasy. "In this mansion, if you need any errands, just tell me. Sister Nianwei specifically asked me to take good care of you, how dare I neglect it?"

Fu Siya placed the gift she brought in front of her and said, "I do have something to ask of you. I heard that your Qinggong is very good."

Shuangshuang smiled shyly, "Miss Fu, you are too kind. My Qinggong is just a little trick I can show off. If I can really help, I will do my best."

Fu Siya lowered her head and said, "This is something that offends people."

"I have already offended countless people in this world, so what's the harm in having one more?"

Fu Siya leaned close to her ear and whispered her plan.

Shuangshuang's eyes lit up: "Interesting, really interesting. I haven't been busy recently. Miss Fu, I will definitely help you with this matter!"

Shuangshuang first investigated the recent events in the Wei Mansion, and then passed the information she was thinking of on to Jiang Nianwei.

Jiang Nianwei brought her a kind of prepared pills, which would cause hallucinations after taking them.

It was not easy to sneak into the Wei Mansion, but since Fu Siya faked her death, the defense of the Wei Mansion has become much lax.

Not only that, Wei Muyu was also talking nonsense all day long and invited a lot of messy people. There were a lot of idle people in the mansion, so it was much easier to get in now.

It is said that on this day, Wei Muyu spared no expense to invite a witch from an unknown place. It was said that this witch was proficient in the art of the underworld, could transcend the boundary between life and death, communicate with the dead, and summon the souls of the past.

Such absurd things caused an uproar in the Wei Mansion. People in the mansion were in panic, and the atmosphere became more weird. The two men mixed in with the props carried by the witch's men and sneaked in.

After Fu Siya entered the Wei Mansion, her whole body began to stiffen. Her previous memories had not yet disappeared, and she always thought of some bad things when she came here. She gritted her teeth.

Compared to these, she would rather see Wei Muyu looking scared, so she had to hold back.

The conversation between the witch and her men could be heard from outside: "Are you all ready?"

"Everything is ready."

"Remember, there can't be any mistakes this time. This sucker has spent a lot of money. If we offend him, we will all be in trouble."

It turns out that this witch has always liked to play tricks and has no real ability. I don't know how many people she has deceived.

Shuangshuang had investigated these beforehand and didn't find them strange.

It was the first time that Fu Siya hid in a slightly cramped wooden box. The darkness and silence around her made her feel uncomfortable.

The witch turned around and asked cautiously, "Who's there?"

Shuangshuang emerged from the hanging beam and flashed past in the darkness like a ghost, attracting the attention of the two men.

"Did you see that? What was that just now? Is there really a ghost here?"

"What nonsense! We have done so many businesses, but have we ever encountered a real ghost?"

Having said that, the fortune teller was still worried.

Ever since she stepped into the Wei Mansion, she felt that Lord Wei exuded a gloomy aura, which made her feel a little chilly involuntarily.

After everyone left quietly and the night fell, Fu Siya quietly came out of the box and whispered, "It was a thrilling experience. If it weren't for you and me being alert, we would have been exposed in broad daylight.

Everything was arranged carefully and without any problems. The witch walked into the courtyard first and lit a blazing fire in the center. The flames flickered, illuminating the faces around them, and a group of people began to perform a strange dance around the fire.

A string of obscure spells flowed from the witch's lips and teeth. Everything seemed extremely mysterious, as if they were really summoning souls.

Wei Muyu watched all this and felt anticipation rising in his heart.

The incense on the altar was suddenly blown out by the wind, and the witch suddenly opened her eyes. She looked very different from her previous frail appearance, and her whole body began to twitch, as if she was really possessed by a ghost.

Rumor has it that this move was due to Lord Wei's deep affection, and he wanted to use the witch's hand to call back the soul of his deceased beloved wife.

The depth of their feelings can be seen from this.

As the witch's attitude suddenly changed, her words also became gentle and graceful. She slowly walked in front of Wei Muyu and said, "My husband, I miss you so much."

Wei Muyu's expression changed, revealing a hint of confusion, and then he returned to his original coldness.

The witch's voice sounded faintly, "Between you and me, there is a boundary between life and death. If you still care about me, please burn more paper money and buy me more clothes. In this way, I will feel satisfied even though I am in the underworld. You are in your youth, so you should find a good match as soon as possible and continue to live in the world together."

After she finished speaking, she burst into tears, her sorrow was evident in her words, "My husband, my time in this world is limited, and I will be leaving soon. All my reluctance to leave you is tied to you."

Fu Siya, who was standing by, felt extremely disgusted after hearing this. How could she possibly say such a thing?

If she really became a ghost, the first thing she would do would be to tear this man to pieces, and she would not miss him at all.

Wei Muyu listened to everything calmly, and he was very clear in his mind.

If it was really Fu Siya, how could she say such things to him? From the first sentence the witch said, he knew that all this was fake.

An inexplicable anger surged in his heart. He drew his sword and put it on the witch's neck: "Take your people and get out of here!"

Before the witch realized it, Wei Muyu had already discovered something was wrong.

"Husband, husband...why are you saying this to me?"

"If you don't want to die, then stop pretending! How could Siya say such a thing? If she really shows up, she'll want to kill me! Get out of here!"

The witch looked stunned, obviously having not expected Wei Muyu to see through her tricks so quickly and thoroughly.

The witch felt the chill on her neck, so she hurriedly took a few steps back and quickly left with the people behind her.

"I'm leaving now, I'm leaving now!"

It seemed like Wei Muyu was going to go crazy in the next second.

Wei Muyu picked up the jar of wine, took a sip, and muttered to himself: "These people are pretending to be you, but, but they are not you, Siya, are you not dead? So they can't call your soul back."

Just then, he found a woman with long hair kneeling in the yard, and the figure looked somewhat familiar.

He couldn't help but ask in a trance: "Siya, is that you?"

Before he finished speaking, the lanterns hanging around him went out one by one, as if responding to some invisible force.

Only a few stars in the sky struggled to penetrate the thick night sky, casting mottled light and shadows.

In the darkness, he heard a familiar voice: "Wei Muyu, it's me. Do you know how much I hate you? Who are you pretending to be like this? Outsiders don't know your true face, but don't I know it?"

Wei Muyu was not afraid, but took a few steps forward, wanting to touch her, but he regretted it.

It was not until Si Yazhen's death that Wei Muyu suddenly realized that the emotion that had been hidden deep in his heart for a long time had already quietly taken root and spread into love.

It was just an obsession in the past, and he was pretending, not believing that he would fall in love with such a substitute.

"Don't come near me, don't touch me with your dirty hands again!"

He fell to his knees in regret, "Si Ya, I know you hate me, I shouldn't have treated you like this, but I know I was wrong, otherwise, why would I try so hard to get you back, even if you are a ghost, it doesn't matter, just come back, okay?"

He didn't know that the Fu Siya in front of him was not the real Fu Siya, but Shuangshuang in disguise, and the real Fu Siya was hiding under the altar and making the sound.

Fu Siya felt sick to her heart. She could still remember everything this man had done to her. How could she let it go easily, let alone forgive him?

"Even if I become like this, will you still say that you love me?"

Before he finished speaking, Shuangshuang turned around abruptly. Her face looked extremely pale in the moonlight, her eyes were bloodshot, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth.

Wei Muyu's heart shuddered and he staggered back involuntarily, as if a chill had penetrated his heart.

"Do you know that I am dead? It is you who tortured me day and night, and forced me without any care. It is you who made me unable to rest in peace. I cannot stay in the world of the living. Don't you want to be with me? I will take you with me."

Wei Muyu only felt a pair of hands strangling his neck, unable to breathe. When his life was in danger, he shouted, "Help! Help!"

The guard from the mansion arrived just in time, and Shuangshuang stuffed the pill into his mouth.

Then he turned around and jumped, taking Fu Siya with him and disappeared into the yard.

Wei Muyu was not dead, but he had been standing there without moving. Thinking about everything that had just happened, it seemed real and unreal, except for the pain that remained in his neck.

Just now, when the ghost's hand touched him, he clearly felt the warmth.

Does that prove that Siya is not really dead, and she just pretended to be a ghost to scare herself?

Suddenly, Wei Muyu felt dizzy, fell to the ground and immediately passed out.

When he woke up, it was already early morning. He opened his eyes and saw Fu Siya sitting next to him. "Husband, are you awake?"

Just as he was trying to support himself with his arms and break free from the warmth of the dream, the picture suddenly shattered like a mirage, and was replaced by an extremely distorted face, like a ghost crawling out of the abyss. Its five fingers were like hooks, tightly gripping his throat, and that cold voice pierced his soul: "I want you to die!"

Wei Muyu sat up suddenly, gasping for breath, his chest heaving violently. After a long time, he was sure that it was just a nightmare.

However, when the sight is focused on the room again, a shadow stands quietly in front of the bronze mirror, and the figure in the mirror is vague.

"Wei Lang, you clearly said that you loved me the most, why are you in love with someone else now?"

Cai Ling's voice, like fallen leaves drifting in the wind in late autumn, gently fell into Wei Muyu's ears with a hint of resentment that was barely noticeable. "The love we once had was as deep as the sea, and the vows we made are still ringing in my ears. Wei Lang, why did you abandon me to this vast world?"

Suddenly, a cold light broke the silence of the air, and a pair of sharp scissors came straight towards Wei Muyu.

His chest suddenly tightened, followed by a tearing pain. Blood quickly spread in front of his eyes like a blooming red lotus, blurring his vision.

Struggling out of the chaos again, every breath Wei Muyu took was accompanied by a heavy gasp. Everything around him was both familiar and unfamiliar. Dreams and reality were intertwined in his mind and difficult to distinguish.

The maid stepped in quietly, holding a copper basin and a silk scarf in her hands, wanting to wash and change his clothes for him, but she saw Wei Muyu suddenly look up, his eyes full of fear and despair, "Get out, get out, you are all evil spirits, you are here to take my life!"

Shuangshuang's mission was accomplished, but she still felt unsatisfied: "If those guards hadn't come, I would have succeeded."

Fu Siya shook her head: "If he died, it would be a problem. What medicine did you feed him just now?"

Shuangshuang took a bite of the crisp and sweet pear and explained, "That was given to me by Sister Nianwei. She said it can make people hallucinate. I don't know the specific effect, but I know it is definitely not a good medicine. I guess I will live a life worse than death in the future."

No matter what, Fu Siya finally got rid of her anger.

From then on, she and Wei Muyu broke off completely. Whether he was alive or dead, it had nothing to do with her.

She should start a new life.

……

Meng Huaibei returned from his mission. It has been three days since he returned to the capital, and everything that happened before is still vivid in his mind.

He once again stepped into the familiar threshold of the Meng Mansion, but this time his identity was completely different.

The image of the illegitimate child who endured the bullying silently in the shadows in the past has dissipated like morning mist, and what has replaced it is the image of the illegitimate child who stands upright beside Meng Yuanwei.

Meng Yuanwei is a snobbish person. He will keep anyone who is useful to him by his side.

In the past, both the legitimate and illegitimate sons in the family looked down on him and bullied him at will, because in the eyes of everyone, this boy did not seem to have great talent and was unable to take on important responsibilities.

However, things in the world are unpredictable. When he returned this time, Meng Huaibei successfully completed the task entrusted to him by his own efforts, which impressed everyone.

Counting all his sons, he is undoubtedly the most outstanding one. It's a pity that he is just an illegitimate child and is destined not to be in the limelight.

He had not expected that Meng Huaibei would come back to work for him. No matter what, they were still father and son, and his blood was always flowing in his veins.

Meng Yuanwei sometimes even felt that this was the son who was most like him, vicious, unscrupulous, and smarter than his other sons.

Meng Huaibei hated this place, but had to return. He hated his blood father. If it weren't for him, how could he have suffered so much.